I am a Mother. I have kids that call me "Mummy". And if that doesn't work they try "Mummy! Mummy! Mummy!, or "Maahhhh-Meeeee"!, or finally, "Mummy, can you hear me? Mummy, can you hear me"?
That's me. I'm "Mummy". That's my full-time job.
But then I think, Mummy equals chef, house keeper, family schedule manager, launderer, cleaner, cupboard and fridge supplier, doctor, psychologist, teacher, disciplinarian (all the while trying to [Reprove] betimes with sharpness, when moved upon by the Holy Ghost, and then showing forth an increase of love toward him whom thou has reproved, lest he esteem thee to be his enemy; (D&C 121:43)), storyteller, home librarian, interior and exterior decorator, speech therapist, budget and book keeper, activity organizer, deal finder, dispute resolver as lawgiver, lawyer and judge, principle family photographer, family historian, gospel teacher, missionary, education researcher, carpooler home organizer, nail technician, life-guard, potty trainer, disaster clean-up, praiser, nurturer, comforter, friend and biggest fan!
It also means spontaneous dance party organizer, car-time movie and karoke director, toy repairwomen, master distracter for disaster prevention, work in progress as a competent CALM reactor to disasters that still occur within the 1.5 seconds you turned your head and stopped your masterful distracting, creative task inventor for 16 hours straight, practiced at accepting the call to clean up one mess while another mess is being created at the other end of the room. Well-rounded snack and meal supplier, unlimited hugger and kisser and audience to 2' tall and 4' tall comedians and dancers.
I am looking for a great guy that can sweep me off my feet, who is honest, kind, funny, will love me for who I am, spiritual, and who is continually striving to be the best person they can be.